The Urban Legend Of Scarllette Somnium

It was a cold, crispy Halloween night.

The crows were intruding more than usual and the kids were running from house to house, to collect their candy for the night.

Scarlette was in the cold attic that had been transformed into a bedroom recently, of her parent's 1812 house with only a candle lighting up the room so she could see the work she was doing.

The cold breeze came in and rushed down her back, making her shiver down to her spine.

The breeze made her feel more empty than ever, like an ice cube looking for it's place in the Arctic; and then the wind blew out the candle.

She got up quickly to look for the lighter so she could light the candle and continue her work, but when she did she spilled the oil over her paper she was working on.

"NO!" She shouted.

A group of vultures left her yard in spooks of the sudden scream.

She grabbed a rag near her to get rid of the oil, but it was too late... the work was gone.

She groaned in frustration and opened her window to face the only thing staring back at her... The moon.

The trees flew with the wind and they made a creaking noise like someone going up an old staircase would make.

I wonder if the trees know it's Halloween night? She asked to herself, laughing at herself.

A Few Hours Later;

As a few hours went by, she began to become eager to finish her work again, but she needed a plan.

She laid her head down on her thin pillow to shut her eyes beginning to imagine her homework done.

She didn't believe in any of this wild stuff, but her girlfriend swore that that's how she got all her work done, and she was a straight A student, so she decided to try it.

The room became darker and darker.

A Few More Hours Later Into The Night;

The pen that Scarllette was using for her work earlier started to lift into the dark air next to her, and it started to scratch the paper below it.

It promised to do the work for her, so she let it. Line after line, it was getting done.

Scarllette felt her future in her hands as she imagined the excitement of her parent's for the work she had done, when the door behind her slammed shut.

At first she thought it was the wind but she noticed the window was shut.

There was an older man who was watching her at the door in a fancy outfit; he looked kind of like the president of the time or something.

He started the walk closer and closer to her, for some reason limping on his left leg.

The man got close to her as her heart started to race. She was alone in the house because her parents and sister were out for Halloween, so she had no one to go to to save her.

His pale face and cold dry lips with dark bags under his eyes looked at her with what looked like a sad face.

He lifted his finger to point to the moon to tell her to look at it. Even though he wasn't saying anything, she thought it was strange she could hear everything he was saying.

Scarllette looked up at the moon that blinded her eyes. The moon started to bleed the color red and she rubbed her eyes to make it go away; but it didn't.

Something was odd. Something was weird. She didn't know how to get out of it.

God please help, she said to herself.

When she looked down, the floor was gone, and she was floating in the sky with the creepy-looking man levitating next to her.

He stared at her with confusion, as if she were supposed to know what his plan was.

The man grabbed her wrist to guide her as he pulled her down. Follow, he said, through his mind. She knew exactly what he was saying.

He brought her down to the cold frozen ground covered in fall brown and red leaves and then he whipped out a shovel from behind him which seemed like out of mid-air...

Holding the shovel in his hand, he told Scarllette to start digging the cold ground.

She looked at him confused, but the way he said it didn't sound like she had a choice.

She pushed the shovel in the cold ground and stared back at him, noticing his face start to disappear into darkness.

It was the old man on Halloween night that you're never supposed to summon, she realized to herself.

"There's no short cuts in life, but I've taken care of it for you already," he said telepathically.

So, if you ever need help in life or in your dream, know that dreams do come true, on this evening of Halloween, specifically; and if you see the old man, do not talk to him and get out quick.

Never ask to see the old man on Halloween night, and for sure, NEVER ask for Scarllette, she may need help herself, or not want to help at all.

And lastly, you might just get exactly what you are asking for, Scarllette said.

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Scarllette Somnium January 16, 1825 - Halloween Night 1840, Riga, Latvija.